Hello everybody! This is a story I'm writing in my vacation to amuse myself, and I decided it wouldn't hurt to share it with you guys! A few things to know before we start:

1. I'm dyslectic, so there will be spelling mistakes! (Although I do have someone beta-reading it for me)

2. English is not my first language, so you might find some odd words or sentences.

3. I have only watched the seasons with Matt Smith, so I probably won't talk about the other Doctors.

4: I don't own the Lord of the Rings series or Doctor Who, this story is not written for a profit.

Enjoy reading!

''You know when grown-ups tell you everything is going to be fine, and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?

Yes.

Everything's going to be fine.''

-The 11th Doctor

Somewhere in a universe far away, a lonely, blue telephone box floated through the void. Or atleast, it looked like a telephone box. But it actually was a timemachine. And it wasn't really lonely either. But it was blue.
It belonged to a man, but not a man like most. Some call this man mad. Others say he is a hero, a genius. But everybody knows him by the same name. The Doctor.

And of course we all want to know; what is this hero, this savior of universes doing?

He, obviously, was trying to make fried eggs for his companion.

Within the Tardis Clara Oswin Oswald awoke with a shock. Normally she slept at home but after her last adventure she couldn't stay awake, and spent her time wandering trough the many corridors of the Tardis when she found the room the Doctor had designed for her. It looked very homely and cosy. After discovering that the bed placed in the middle of the room was actully a water bed, though, she had decided to sleep on the red sofa in the room.

She had been sleeping very peacefully when she was awoken by a loud bang, and suddenly she found herself running to the source of the sound. She raced past the great libary and swimming pool to find the Doctor in a kitchen-like, room holding something which worryingly looked a lot like some kind of futuristic gun. And he was pointing it at the already burning cooker.

'Oi! What do you think you're doing?!'

The Doctor twirled around upon hearing her voice and lifted the glasses which he wore when was tinkering with the Tardis.

'No, no, no, no! You are supposed to be sleeping! Why aren't you sleeping?!'

Clara crossed her arms. 'Well, sleeping would be far more easy when there wasn't a crazy madman attacking a cooker with some kind of space gun'

The Doctor looked at the 'space gun' and frowned.

'It's not a 'space gun'. I got it from a man who said it was based on the guns the Cybermen use, and I was quite interested. So we played a game of chess over it, which he cheated in by the way, so I almost lost and I had to-'

Clara interruped him so he wouldn't keep rambeling.

'Doctor! That's not the point! Why are you shooting at a cooker with a gun?'

'Well, I'm cooking of course'

Clara's mouth dropped open upon hearing his answer, living with the Doctor she had heared a lot of strange explinations and answers. But this one definately belonged in her top 10 list of 'Odd things the Doctor said', maybe even top 5.

'Cooking?' She finally managed.

The Doctor nodded frantically while looking at her.

'With a gun? Than what in heavens name we're you trying to cook!?'

'Well, eggs of course.'

'Eggs.'

'Yes, eggs.'

'That's not how you make eggs.'

The Doctor started waving wildly with his hands and pointing to Clara while walking around in the kitchen.

'Of course that's not how you make eggs! But the other way is so boooring, everybody does it that way, and I don't do things the way everybody does them, and this way you don't hav-' That was the moment the Tardis decided that the fire on the cooker was getting out of hand, and so she started the sprinklers.

Clara let out a high pitched scream and jumped backwards out of the kitchen.

The Doctor, still pointing at Clara, was now drenched in water and was opening and closing his mouth, as if he still was speaking.

At that sight Clara burst out in laughing. She hung on to the wall, for fear of falling to the ground.

The Doctor, finally realising how it he looked let out a deep sigh.

'Well, cooking isn't my thing anyway.'

Clara, who finally was able to look at the Doctor again without bursting out in laughter softly muttered the words.

'Don't worry, I can make you something if you're hungry'

The Doctor however didn't seem pleased with her offer and looked dissapointed.

'Me? No no no, it was for you! I wanted to suprise you! You don't sleep often here so I wanted to do something special, but it seems I ruined it'

Clara smiled, the Doctor always knew how to suprise her. (and not always with attacking kitchen devices)

'Well, you know, i always wondered how it would be to have breakfast in the shadow of the Eiffeltower'

The head of the Doctor shot op, he was smiling an had a mischievous spark in his eyes.

'Your wish is my command'

The Docter ran past Clara towards the Tardis control room were he frantically started pushing buttons and pulling levers.

'Paris, here we com-'

Before the Doctor could finish his sentence he was interrupted by the Tardis, who started shaking wildly and making screeching noises. Clara, who had followed the Doctor to the control room, could barely keep herself standing.

'Doctor?! What's happening?!'

The Doctor was running around the control panels trying to stabilise the Tardis.

'Something is pulling us, but I don't know what it is'

'What do you mean you don't know what it is?!'

'It means, Clara Oswald, That I never in my 1000 years of flying in the Tardis have encountered this! Do you know now what I mean?!'

At that point, Clara had decided that the best option in this situation was trying not to fall over instead of trying to figure out what was going on.

Meanwhile, The Doctor was trying everything in his might to escape the grip of whatever was pulling the Tardis out of course.

'Come on, I know you can do it, I know it! Don't give up on me now!

He was getting quite panicked now, not because the Tardis wasn't in his control anymore, that had happened before, but because he didn't know what exactly had the Tardis in its grip. It was indeed not like anything he had encountered before, and the Doctor had a feeling he didn't want to encounter it now either.

Sparks were flying all around him when he put the engines to full power. It seemed to be working, because outside the Tardis there was a loud *BANG*, and then everything went silent.

For a moment, the only sound that was heard was the Doctor's loud breathing.

Then, the Tardis started to shake again, however, less than before.

'Doctor? Doctor! What was that?!'

'Well, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?

Clara was alarmed when she heared the tone of his voice when he said 'Bad news'. Trying to postpone the moment of fear she would feel when he actually told her the bad news, she decided that she wanted to hear the good news first.

'Well the good news is that we escaped whatever was pulling us'

'And the bad news...?'

'The bad news is that we're now crashing on an unknown planet and the Tardis isn't responding, but besides that, there is nothing to worry about!'

For a moment Clara didn't know what to say.

'Doctor?'

He didn't look at her.

'Yes?'

'Are you able to fix it?'

The Doctor stopped, looked at her and said:

'Everything is going to be fine.'

Me again!

Hope you enjoyed the first bit of the story! please leave a review if you did and don't hesitate to point out mistakes! If I don't know about them I can't fix them, right?

I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I have set a goal to write a part of this story everyday, so I hope it won't take too long.